The Foul-Mouthed Russian and the Veteran Spearman

Dmitri. Back on Earth, she was the only girl among five siblings, raised by a single father, so she thought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and acted just like one of the guys—hell, even her name was masculine. She was infamous at the Training Camp.

A combat soldier with top-notch grades, solid talent, and decent skills. But what really set her apart was her behavior—like a total dude. Dmitri lived with curses on her lips. It wasn't an exaggeration to say her sentences started and ended with "fuck."

She didn't just swear well; she traded dirty jokes with the guys daily and brashly boasted about being a call girl back on Earth. Her most legendary story happened mid-training.

During warrior drills, when it got hot, the men stripped off their shirts to train. Dmitri, a woman, did the same—letting her huge tits bounce around exposed. Every guy nearby got rock-hard just watching.

And it didn't stop there. When pants got soaked with sweat, the men trained in underwear only. One day, Dmitri ditched her pants too, down to panties. Then, claiming it was too hot, she stripped naked—full bush on display—and kept training. Even the tower-world-hardened instructors were stunned by the stunning beauty going full nude.

She had tons of other exposure tales, partied hard with booze and gambling alongside the men, always right in the mix. Classic Russian beauty on the outside... total bro on the inside. That was Dmitri.

"Ah! Fuck.. damn it.. running into you here. Fuck.."

Seeing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her caged as a gambling-debt slave made Namgung Seojun and Gisohee feel weird.

"....."

As Namgung Seojun stared silently, she sighed and averted her eyes. The clerk barked,

"Move it! Show off your skills, swing that sword! Or do you wanna get sold as a sex slave?!"

Under orders, Dmitri reluctantly clowned around, demoing her abilities. The clerk explained,

"You might know her from training camp, but her base stats are killer. Rare-grade skill, mid-tier Flexibility talent—super appealing stock. And that beauty? Top-shelf."

The clerk was right. Dmitri was a promising beauty with great talent and skills. The issue? Her level.

"Level's too low, no? Gotta grind her up if we buy."

Namgung Seojun's party averaged level 14. Level 9 Dmitri would need a month to catch up.

Sensing a sale, the clerk haggled. "Yeah, low level's a hassle—I get it. That's why the price is low."

"How much?"

"Mid-tier talent, mid skills, beauty fighter slave—for just 22 gold! Blowout sale 'cause she's level 9. Special price!"

Her value matched the bargain.

"Worth grabbing?"

Gisohee whispered; Seojun nodded. But his Super Sense said they could push lower.

"16 gold, sold."

"No way, 16's too low. 20?"

"18?"

"C'mon, sir. 19 gold."

After haggling, it settled at 18 gold 50 silver.

With Dmitri bought, the clerk released her. "You know she's 1st Class Slave, right?"

Unlike tool-like 2nd Class Slaves with no divine protection, 1st Class had god-backed 10-year terms. Post-sale, master-slave contracts were needed.

Dmitri jumped in. "Seojun! Fuck.. let's talk this out."

"Sure. Gotta do the addendum anyway."

Namgung Seojun agreed to chat. At a table by the shop entrance, prepared by the clerk, Seojun and Gisohee negotiated with Dmitri.

"1st Class combat slave: 10 years. You're low-level, nothing special yet—standard contract."

Dmitri shook her head. "Hell no! Fuck, I'm loaded with talent! Add options!"

Talented fighters added options to shorten terms: merit point shares, salary, battle-count reductions, side gigs. Savings for fun or early freedom.

Gisohee cut in coldly. "We're recruiting you as a prospect. No dreaming of options."

Seojun dropped the hammer. "Wanna shorten it? Join as sex slave. We're hiring those too."

Sex slaves got 8 years—2 less than fighters.

Dmitri spat. "Fuck off!"

Seojun grinned. "What? You're a slut anyway."

"The fuck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you say, you bastard?!"

Dmitri lunged up, cursing—but the clerk hit a button.

"Argh!!"

Electricity from her collar shocked her into agony. She writhed, then glared at the owner. "Fucking dogshit.. I'll get revenge. Pop your balls."

Foaming, she cursed the staff. Seojun just laughed.

"Slut's still got fire. You burst a guy's nuts in the showers too, right?"

Dmitri's shower saga was legendary. Women's showers under repair, she boldly hit the men's—showering with the guys. She'd teased Seojun's Big Dick: "Wanna play?" Dirty banter all around.

One psycho rushed her naked; she crushed his balls with a kick.

"No options. Fuck up combat? Resell or convert to sex slave."

Gisohee shut it down firm. Seojun agreed.

"Bitch! Sell your pussy, sell your soul—get serious or fuck off."

"Fine, I'll show you what I'm made of. Who I really am!"

Thus, Dmitri joined the party.

Post-negotiation, as the clerk packaged her, Seojun and Gisohee eyed other fighters. The caged slaves fidgeted desperately—craving freedom from the stifling pens.

One didn't move. Sat still, staring blankly at the ceiling.

What the hell?

Seojun used God's Eye.

Level 30 2nd Class Slave with a Unique skill. Low-tier talents were a drag, but that skill and level impressed. Pre-20th floor, you couldn't hit 30 without a job—highest buyable below that.

No restrictions either. Just 50 gold?

Jackpot flashed in Seojun's mind; Super Sense screamed buy.

Clerk returned, spotted the gaze, and pitched hard—eyeing double sales.

"Sir, eyeing this one? Excellent taste."

"2nd Class spear warrior. Low talents, but five skills including Rare-grade. Level 30 means solid stats, veteran utility in fights."

Seojun caught it: Five combat skills including Rare? Not Unique?

Clerk missed the Unique upgrade on Dual Spear Method. Puzzle solved for the cheap price.

"I'll take him."

Gisohee and clerk gaped. 50-gold sale incoming!

But before joy: "Don't buy me. I'm defective."

The silent Li Zhangwei spoke unexpectedly, shocking everyone.