Chapter 208
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 208
Chapter Title: An Entertaining Broadcast Shoot
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"Huh? What the fuck? This goblin bastard?"
Han Minguk scowled, cursing as he stared at the utterly wrecked camera.
The goblin that had accidentally smashed the camera by dropping its weapon had, of course, been beaten to a pulp by Minguk's hands.
Tsk. It's trashed.
Shin Ji-min felt the same frustration at the sight of the broken camera.
It had been a golden opportunity to showcase her goblin-fighting skills on a broadcast, thanks to Han Minguk's advice. But now, all the footage she'd diligently shot so far was gone.
On top of that, the drone camera used for broadcasting was far too expensive for her financial situation—she could only dream of affording one.
No way he's gonna make me pay for it, right?
Minguk was the one who broke it, but considering he was a guy...
Who knew how it'd play out. Stories of women getting screwed over by dumping the blame on guys popped up online all the time.
Either way, for someone like her, scraping by off her gangster boyfriend, if the broadcast station demanded she compensate for the drone camera, she'd have to quit broadcasting on the spot.
"Phew. At least that's a relief. We can still salvage the footage."
Minguk rummaged through the shattered camera and pulled out the memory chip. Luckily, unlike the drone camera that was in pieces, the chip was perfectly intact.
"It's in great shape. So, we're heading out of the dungeon now?"
"Why?"
"...Huh? The camera's broken?"
Shin Ji-min scratched her cheek, eyeing Minguk's puzzled expression. With the camera smashed, they couldn't continue filming. Besides...
He's probably not thrilled about being stuck alone with a girl like me anyway.
Most guys were like that. Unless they were total scumbags, they got scared or avoided even talking to women like her.
Ji-min was itching to wrap up the shoot and breathe some fresh air outside. Naturally, she'd call her gangster boyfriend to a motel for a wild romp right after. It'd probably be over in one go, but...
Anyway, being around a hot guy like this, plus channeling mana to fight monsters, had adrenaline pumping through her veins. In other words, her whole body was buzzing with lust.
"What does that matter? Like I said earlier, you need three successful vital strikes to leave the dungeon."
"Even with the camera smashed...? Ah, damn, I was gonna call my boyfriend and shake my hips a bit... Gah! Sorry."
Shin Ji-min clamped her hand over her mouth. That was basically sexual harassment. Fortunately, Minguk didn't seem fazed by her slip-up.
Fuck, that was close.
Her foot stung from her own mistake, so Ji-min didn't argue with Minguk anymore. And with that, the training resumed.
"But isn't this too intense from day one?"
"That's how shitty I think your skills are right now. Anyway, we're pushing deeper. The goblins are starting to thin out a bit."
"Wait, how much deeper are we—"
Ji-min let out a rough breath as she watched Minguk stride toward the dungeon's depths without waiting for her reply.
My pussy isn't even that deep. Fuck this guy. Putting up with him 'cause he's hot.
His mentor act was getting on her nerves, but without a camera, she couldn't rebel. She'd just end up getting pounded like a goblin.
And so, deep in the dungeon, Shin Ji-min kept swinging her dagger at goblins.
Every time she botched a move, Minguk's sharp words battered her. But when she nailed it, his praise—guaranteed to tug at any woman's heart—came flying in.
That wasn't all.
"Huh? That last move was solid. Yeah, that's how you wield a dagger. You've got some real talent."
"For real? Not just sweet-talking me?"
"Yep."
"So, even a bitch like me could join Rose Shield or something?"
"Not right now, but if you follow my coaching, it's totally possible. That's why I'm helping you. You're picking it up great for a first-timer. Keep it up."
Minguk's hands gently kneaded her shoulders.
Ugh... A guy doing this feels so fucking good.
It was just loosening knotted muscles, but sometimes—accidentally?—his index or middle finger brushed her collarbone.
Fuck... I'm losing it.
Every time, Ji-min felt like her mind was melting. It was just a massage, but a man was touching her body.
If the camera had caught this...
It would've been a shitstorm.
Han Minguk was Korea's hero for women, their idol, the most beloved man in the country. Him massaging her? Insane. But the drone camera prepped for filming had been goblin chow for a while now.
Then Minguk's fingers grazed her chest again.
"Nngh...!"
A lewd moan slipped out naturally.
Realizing her slip, Ji-min blurted out something to shatter the awkward vibe.
"What kinda guy has hands this good? Almost lost my damn mind there."
"Yeah? I give my teammates massages sometimes, so maybe my skills leveled up."
"...Hold up. You give them massages like this?"
Ji-min narrowed her eyes behind her colored lenses.
If he was doing this much skinship with his teammates, their relationship had to be more than casual.
And he'd clearly heard her moan but acted unfazed. Come to think of it, she'd tossed out near-harassment lines multiple times, and he hadn't batted an eye. Suddenly, courage surged in her.
"Damn, teammates must be jealous. So, what about...?"
Ji-min grinned mischievously, circling a finger with another and poking inside. Playful face, but her heart pounded fearing he'd snap.
"Don't tease too much."
Minguk chuckled. But no denial came from his lips.
And as he subtly averted his gaze, Ji-min's thighs rubbed together.
She wasn't clueless enough to miss what that meant.
Whoa... fuck! He really hooks up with his teammates? GGW girls are so lucky. Bet they'd fuck a guy like him any chance they get.
He wasn't just hot—he was a male hero. His dick had to be huge and rock-solid. Plus, as a mana-using hero, even as a guy, Minguk seemed pretty horny.
That's why he bangs his teammates, huh? I wanna ride him once too...
Ji-min's mind raced.
"I'm nailing these vital strikes too. Don't I get something?"
Minguk smirked inwardly at her brazen line. Her intentions were crystal clear.
She was so worked up, she didn't even notice her hard nipples pressing through her bra top. Or maybe she did and was flaunting it.
Anyway...
With the camera busted, maybe it was time to give her a little peek. She'd pounce for sure.
"So, what do you want?"
Ji-min's eyes spun. After a beat, she ventured cautiously.
"A kiss? Nah, that's too much maybe? What else...?"
She tossed out bait, slyly gauging him. Minguk bit easily.
"Sure. As your mentor, that much is fine."
"...R-Really? For real?"
His unexpected reply had Ji-min freaking out in excitement.
Fueled by motivation, she battled goblins fiercely, landing two vital strikes in five tries.
Not bad.
Minguk's eyes sparkled watching her.
She had more dealer talent than expected. Positioning and judgment needed work, but her raw combat ability looked solid.
Spotting Minguk after downing a goblin, Ji-min bolted over.
"Got three! Right?!"
Her face flushed with hype, hands twitching like she wanted to grab something—anything. Minguk naturally stroked her head.
"Good job."
"Yes! Nice kiss. Fuck, me kissing Han Minguk...? The girls won't believe it even if I tell 'em."
"Girls? High school buddies you drink with?"
"Yeah, old classmates. We booze it up often. Anyway...!"
Unable to hold back, Ji-min lunged. Minguk caught her effortlessly.
"Ah... Male heroes really are different."
She'd planned to topple him and straddle on top, but he held firm without breaking a sweat, surprising her.
And so the kiss began.
She won't flip out if I push a bit further here, right?
Ji-min pecked lightly like a bird kiss, peeking at Minguk's reaction.
This was huge already, but such chances were rare—she couldn't back off yet. Steel in her eyes, she went for tongue.
"Wait, the kiss—!"
"It's fine. I won't go beyond kissing."
When else would she get this skinship with a male hero?
Dead set on not wasting it, Ji-min dove in aggressively. Tongues tangled as she ground her soaked pussy against his thigh and crotch. Then her eyes widened.
What the—fuck?
Even through gear, the heft was unmistakable. Definitely his dick. Glancing down, the bulge straining his clothes made her eyes glaze over. And...
He's hard as hell.
That instant, pent-up lust exploded in Ji-min. Whatever happened later, she needed to fuck Han Minguk now.
Fuck it, when will I ever bag a male hero in this life? Life's short—go for it.
If shit hit the fan, she'd just hit prison again later. Problem was he was stronger, but...
She'd steamroll him quick before he resisted.
Her eyes are wild.
Minguk inwardly cheered watching her.
So he didn't resist as she slyly undid his belt. No intention to.
Through desperate effort, Ji-min finally gripped Minguk's cock in her hand.
"No blowjobs... And don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Nah, not a boyfriend. Just fuck buddies? Anyway, showing me your dick then bailing? You trying to drive me insane?"
Not just that—she even sucked it.
Me, sucking Han Minguk's dick...!
As expected, a male hero's tool was beyond impressive—it demanded awe.
Her "boyfriend's" tiny prick from days ago? Forgotten.
If this was Michelin three-star cuisine, his was food waste. Ji-min devoured it greedily.
"Mm..."
The surprisingly good sensation drew a light groan from Minguk. Her skills were better than thought—well-practiced from lots of action.
Rhythmic bobs weren't all; she licked the shaft long with her tongue or deep-throated without hesitation. Her hips bucked unconsciously too—she clearly planned to go all the way if chance arose.
No camera, no resistance from him—she was like a fish in water. Minguk felt the urge building from her devoted work.
"Hey, hands off."
Mid-suck, his command rang in her ear.
Feeling his hand grab her head, Ji-min released her grip on his thigh.
And...
"Guhhhk!"
She had to take his cock so deep her nose crushed against him.