Chapter 267
Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 267
Chapter Title: Those Seeking GGW
Buuuuz!
Feeling the plane take off, Shaoran recalled an unpleasant memory from the past.
Whenever she was flying through the sky like this, she couldn't help but think back to her powerless childhood self. It was the image of herself fleeing the brutal battlefield aboard a transport plane.
[One of the 12 Disasters, King Mambo—a subordinate of Baikon—appears in Nanjing!]
[China's Defense Minister Jo Yeoryeong orders all heroic forces deployed to Nanjing!]
[Casualties exceed one million!]
[World Heroes Association dispatches a massive contingent of Shield-class raid teams to Nanjing. Target: King Mambo!]
The Nanjing Battle, where an 【S】-rank dungeon had emerged in China.
How many fighter jets had been shot down back then?
At the very least, the number of soldiers who died in the Nanjing Battle exceeded a million. Over 60,000 men alone, and the heroic casualties numbered in the hundreds.
Civilian losses couldn't even be tallied. The key point was that Nanjing—a city of over eight million people—had become uninhabitable.
They had paid an enormous price for that hard-fought victory.
But it was only a half-victory. Humanity had won the battle, but a massive bomb still lingered intact in Nanjing. During the fierce fighting, King Mambo—facing mortal peril—had spawned an 【S】-rank dungeon and fled inside.
And that 【S】-rank Nanjing Dungeon where he lurked remained unconquered to this day. It lay in wait, biding its time for a dungeon break to reemerge into the world.
As the announcement came that the plane had crossed the Yellow Sea into Korean airspace, Shaoran suddenly remembered the conversation she'd had with her lover in the hotel the night before.
"Shaoran. Do you really need to go to Korea yourself?"
"If it's for conquering Nanjing, absolutely."
Shaoran shook her head at Ziwei's words.
As the healer leader of the PLA, she oddly resented the idea of relying on Korean help.
The reason was simple: the pride of a great power. Plus, Korea had never produced a Shield-class raid team.
Sure, there was the old R's Clan that once boasted a Shield-class team, but since they hadn't actually cleared an 【S】-difficulty dungeon, China didn't acknowledge it.
But things were different now. To Shaoran, assistance from the GGW raid team was essential.
"If there's business to handle, just summon Han Minguk to China. You know leaving the raid team stalls every PLA operation, right? We're not talking about just one or two dungeons here."
"Ziwei. I'm going to GGW to ask for help with conquering Nanjing. And GGW has a very high chance of becoming a Shield-class raid team. Besides, Hero Han Minguk took down Garai—a direct subordinate of Garuda—while syncing perfectly with the Imperial Guard, not even his regular members."
Shaoran's eyes turned to Ziwei.
The once-in-a-century genius who might end the war against the darkness monsters.
And that genius had lived up to his reputation time and again. Dismissing such a hero just because he came from a small nation was an insult to heroism itself.
"S-Sorry... I-I..."
Under Shaoran's gaze, tinged with faint disappointment, Ziwei's heart skipped a beat. Her body trembled faintly.
Ziwei, a hero towering at 170cm—a full head taller than Shaoran—earned the nickname "sharp wildcat" in the PLA raid team as their drill sergeant.
But before Raid Leader Shaoran, she was nothing more than a fragile, delicate woman. Publicly and privately. She was Shaoran's lover.
"Hoo."
Unable to resist Ziwei's reaction, Shaoran sighed and gently pulled her into an embrace. It looked like Ziwei was the one holding Shaoran, though.
"Hold me tighter, Shaoran."
"Always..."
At Ziwei's plea, Shaoran began teasing her lover's folds with slow fingers.
Ziwei let out slender moans, writhing against her touch. Watching her, Shaoran spoke again, as if reconfirming.
"Anyway, Ziwei. I'm going to Korea tomorrow. I'll bring GGW back to Nanjing, take down that damn King Mambo, and collapse the dungeon. No matter the cost."
"Got it..."
From Shaoran's resolute tone, Ziwei could tell her mind was fully made up.
No one could sway Shaoran once she decided. And right now, that wasn't the point. What Shaoran had been playfully teasing was now slick and dripping.
"I get it, so... Ahh!"
Shaoran's hand squeezed and kneaded Ziwei's full breasts, drawing a scorching moan as she buckled.
The two women began entwining like vines.
It had been four years since they first met with mutual affection. They knew each other's erogenous zones intimately. Every flick of Shaoran's or Ziwei's tongue and lips elicited shivers and lewd gasps.
They caressed each other's bodies fervently before sharing a deep kiss.
Naturally, their bodies overlapped. Shaoran lay beneath as Ziwei straddled her, grinding in a scissoring position.
"Ngh! Unh...! Shaoran. I was wrong. I won't complain about you going to Korea, so don't hate me."
"Fine. Faster. Hnngh! There. Right there, feels good."
Shaoran arched her head back, moaning in ecstasy as Ziwei ground against her sensitive spots.
China's 9-star hero and PLA raid leader had bedded countless men before. But nothing felt as good as being with Ziwei.
Men would thrust in and finish almost immediately, ending things abruptly.
And was it because of her title as a Shield-class raid leader?
Some men crumpled under her fame, unable even to get hard. She'd rarely felt pleasure from sex with men.
"Haak!"
"Sh-Shaoran...! That's too big... Aaah!!!"
As they tribbed furiously, Shaoran pulled out a large prepared dildo and thrust it into both their pussies, bucking her hips vigorously.
Shaoran's Korea trip would last at least a week. They devoured each other until dawn, filling the room with heated moans. The next day, upon arriving in Korea, Shaoran immediately issued orders to investigate R's Clan and Han Minguk. First, gather intel on him to win his favor.
But what she learned wasn't his hobbies or preferences—it was that America coveted GGW just as much as China did.
America had even approached Han Minguk's wife, Kang Chaeyoung, while he was away on the Malaysian expedition leading GGW. Bad news for them.
"And America seems poised to offer Miriam Roth and Rabia MacQueen temporarily joining GGW as a condition."
"...What? 9-star heroes?"
Shaoran widened her eyes at her subordinate's report.
An unexpectedly bold offer. America wanted GGW badly too.
"Find out exactly what Han Minguk wants."
"Contact the clan and check their spare funds. We'll offer at least ten billion dollars!"
She had to achieve results at the upcoming meeting with R's Clan. And word was, GGW raid leader Han Minguk would attend personally.
Only three years into his official license, his accomplishments leading GGW were legendary enough for the history books of the darkness monster wars. No underestimating this male hero.
Upon arriving at R's Clan and meeting Minguk for the first time, Shaoran's overriding feeling was curiosity.
'Have I met him somewhere before?'
For some reason, this man she'd just met kept glancing at her. A stranger might mistake it for interest.
'...Isn't this a crime?'
Though in her late twenties, Shaoran's appearance could pass for early teens.
That alone wouldn't be an issue. He'd just think she looked extremely youthful for her age. Such women existed, after all.
But visiting R's Clan, Shaoran wore a traditional Chinese qipao. And that qipao was the problem. It wasn't a standard one—its exposure was extreme, baring her chest and back excessively.
'It's just too visible from here...'
From Minguk's position, a slight angle adjustment revealed her cute nipples plainly. He tried not to look, but his eyes kept drifting. Yet she seemed oblivious to her outfit.
Then Shaoran spoke.
"Hero Han Minguk. Is there something wrong with me?"
"Pardon? What?"
"You've been staring since earlier. Or do you want something from me?"
"N-No. Nothing at all."
Startled by her sudden question, Minguk waved his hands frantically.
It looked a bit dumb, but he couldn't exactly say to a stranger, "Your nipples are showing."
Tilting her head at his reaction, Shaoran continued.
"As I've explained, we want GGW to conquer the 【S】-difficulty Nanjing Dungeon. In exchange, we'll offer ten billion dollars as raid compensation, unlimited Revival Stones, and PLA heroes if desired."
"We appreciate the offer, but we don't need PLA heroes. Our reason for tackling 【S】-difficulty is solely to gain combat experience there."
Hyunjung interjected abruptly.
She'd likely heard about America's proposal. They had no need for hero support—better rewards elsewhere. At Hyunjung's words, the Chinese officials accompanying Shaoran quickly responded.
"Then we'll provide several pieces of 1190 Gear Score equipment."
"Rather than that..."
Minguk turned to Shaoran.
"We want detailed information on the Nanjing Dungeon conquest. I understand PLA has attempted it already."
"Is that alright? Our intel is from a failed raid."
Hyunjung had warned she might refuse out of pride.
But Shaoran's response was remarkably calm. She seemed genuinely concerned it wouldn't help.
"No issue. Even partial info beats none."
"Understood. But the raid data is at PLA headquarters. Does requesting Nanjing Dungeon info mean R's Clan and GGW accept our commission?"
Unlike her youthful looks, Shaoran's speech was poised.
It confirmed she was indeed a woman in her late twenties.
"Yes."
Minguk planned to tackle the Nanjing Dungeon—the closest 【S】-difficulty one to Korea—over others. He nodded slowly.
The Chinese delegation gasped in admiration. Shaoran beamed.
"We'll never forget this favor."
Shaoran rose and offered a respectful bow.
"Mm..."
As she leaned forward slightly, her tiny nipple entered Minguk's view again. She caught his glance and trembled faintly.
'He's staring at my chest?'
Amusing. He'd been peeking earlier—right at her breasts.
'Because he's a male hero?'
Pretty bold.
Married, so he knew relationships. Shaoran licked her lips subtly.
What would he taste like? Seemed better than any man she'd had. Perfect chance to bond closely with Han Minguk. Maybe make him hers. Bonus if she recruited him for China.
"My card."
She extended her hand, and an aide placed a gold-plated business card in it.
With mincing steps, Shaoran approached Minguk, took his hand, and gave him her card.
"This is my personal card. I'm thrilled to work with R's Clan and Hero Han Minguk. I'll arrange a gathering soon—expect the invite. Please attend and honor me."
Shaoran smiled radiantly at him.
The card had her private contact. Minguk reciprocated with his own—standard issue from R's, but his real number.
And that very evening after the meeting, Shaoran contacted Minguk.