Hiring the Captain and Meeting the Heretic Inquisitor

In Harama Port City, Namgung Seojun savored oral service from a cat beastkin while polishing off his steak and downing several glasses of top-shelf rum. The bartender finally broached the main topic.

"What kind of crewman are you looking for? Helmsman? Boatswain? Gunner? Or just regular hands?"

"I'm planning to run a small ship up to the 39th floor. I'd like to contract an entire crew."

"Crew... crew..." The bartender pondered for a moment before speaking up. "By any chance, would you be okay with a stubborn old eccentric of a captain? His skills are top-notch, though."

Seojun's Super Sense reacted strongly—it was screaming that he had to snag this guy, no question.

"Name a sailor without a stubborn streak. If his skills check out, make the introduction."

"Alright then." The bartender wiped his hands, stepped out from behind the bar, chatted briefly with a guy nursing a beer at a distant table, and brought him over.

"You the clueless adventurer who thinks he can make it to the 39th on a pipsqueak ship?"

Seojun grinned at the salty opener. "A small ship loaded with high-end magitech gear? That should be fine, right?"

"Oh ho... so you're not just talking out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your ass. Bill! Rum for me too."

Bartender Bill poured a glass for the newcomer, who knocked it back in one go. "Name's Kang Inho. I lead a small crew."

His looks screamed Westerner—blond hair, pale skin—but the captain bore a thoroughly Korean name: Kang Inho.

For a proper talk, they moved from the bar to a table. Seojun brought his cat beastkin along, still on oral duty, and the captain bellowed, "Evelyn! Suck it good today too!"

Evidently a regular, a stunning black woman sauntered over, slipped under the table, unzipped his pants, and got to work on his cock. The two men chatted business while enjoying their women.

"My crew's got 21 souls total. Me included, we've got two extra helmsmen, a boatswain, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gunners—all vets. We run three shifts; I could sail that tub to 39 blindfolded."

Seojun nodded. His Super Sense confirmed it was all true—the man was trustworthy.

"Only hitch is, our crew don't come cheap. Not a single slave among us, so we gotta pay 'em fair. Means you brace for the price tag."

Kang Inho pointed to the crew guild counter. "Our record's top-tier. Fewer runs than the big outfits, but 100% success rate. Check the docs over there..."

"Let's contract!"

Without even glancing at the papers, Seojun's declaration made Kang Inho burst out laughing. "What? Krhahaha!" He clapped Seojun on the shoulder. "Ha! I like you already. A real man trusts his gut! Suits a sea dog like me to a T! Hahaha!"

And so they drank deep into the night, hashing out terms that were reasonable enough. "Ship ops and schedule are mine. Any changes en route, you clear with me first."

"Our ranks are equal. Your adventuring party and my crew answer to no one else."

"All costs to 39th—buying the ship, grub, supplies—are on you."

"We take 20% of net profits from the climb, plus 210 gold base pay monthly."

They ironed out the fine print at fair rates and signed the contract. Seojun partied till dawn with Captain Kang Inho's crew.

The next morning, he dragged his hungover ass out of bed. "Hoo..."

What a bender. His room was a wreck.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

Isu-yeon was sucking Seojun's cock as usual. Serving her master was the core of her existence, and oral was her favorite. A peek via Super Sense and God's Eye showed she got off harder from pleasuring him with her mouth than full sex. She'd mastered every oral technique to satisfy him.

Moaning under her service, Seojun turned his head. "Ha... haa! Ah! Heek!"

Dmitri and Pinara were fucking naked. Dmitri wore a strap-on panty and pounded Pinara doggy-style. Smack! Smack!! She whipped Pinara's back and ass with one hand.

"Haa! Ah... hng!"

Her other hand pinched Pinara's nipples, drawing faint blood from old piercings.

"Heek... ah..."

Pinara moaned through the pain; Dmitri loved tormenting her. Dmitri's status now included sadomasochistic tendencies—she got off on both giving and receiving pain.

Dmitri ravaged Pinara roughly until she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠climaxed. "Aaaah!!!!"

Pinara collapsed, body limp, face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. Blissed out in ecstasy. Dmitri smirked, satisfied.

Seojun called out. "Having fun?"

"Huh? Yeah. Fuckin' blast. So damn fun!!"

Dmitri was unlocking new sexual highs through Seojun—masochistic pleasure from him, sadistic thrill from dominating Pinara. She regretted not discovering this world sooner.

She yanked Pinara up by the hair. "This maso bitch loves it too, right?"

"Heek... yes... so good."

Since becoming Seojun's slave, Pinara had explored endless new pleasures. His brutal sex was great, but lesbian humiliation from another woman like Dmitri? Divine.

"Lick!"

Dmitri shoved Pinara's face into her pussy. Pinara lapped eagerly. Smack! Smack! Whips cracked on her ass, urine and juices soaking the floor from Pinara's cunt.

Seojun watched; Isu-yeon deepthroated him fully. "Mm..."

Deepthroat—her specialty against his massive size. Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Tears streaming, she swallowed deep until he came.

Gulp... glug... gulp...

She drank every drop from his urethra like a pro. Even post-climax, she kept sucking, milking the remnants.

Bladder full, Seojun said, "Enough. Gotta piss."

She held on.

"About to burst. Stop."

Still latched. She wanted his piss in her mouth.

After ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quizzing a whore on full-service sex, Isu-yeon resolved to swallow everything from Seojun's cock—cum, piss, all of it.

"Ha..."

Surrounded by unique women, Seojun relaxed his lower body.

Gulp... gulp... gulp...

Isu-yeon gulped it down desperately, face beaming with proud satisfaction.

Seojun washed up and left the inn for the temple.

The priest greeted him warmly. "What brings the Apostle Candidate?"

"Buying a skill."

The priest brightened. "Any particular one? Skillbook form?"

"The unique skill Radiant Strike."

The priest couldn't hide his shock.

Low mana for a unique attacker, but devastating power. The catch? Astronomical price in Merit Points.

Climbing the tower, Seojun always lacked punch. His speed shredded rogues and small fry, but big monsters shrugged him off. In ogre raids or versus silver golems, he tanked evasively—Super Sense spotting openings—but weak damage meant zilch. Time to patch that with a unique skill.

"You know it's 40,000 Merit Points?"

He paid up. The priest taught him Radiant Strike.

Eager to test his new unique skill, Seojun headed out. But a priest from upstairs stopped him.

"Apostle Candidate, our High Priest wishes to meet."

A High Priest—one per major city temple. No reason to refuse.

Up to the second floor, into the waiting room. The High Priest entered with a man.

"Namgung Seojun, a pleasure."

Greetings exchanged, he cut to the chase. "I'd like you to escort this gentleman to the 40th floor with you."

The smiling young man beside him spoke. "Pleased to meet the new Apostle Candidate. Pharos here."

"Namgung Seojun."

Shaking hands, Seojun checked his status with God's Eye.

What... the hell?!? An unexpected figure had appeared before him.