Pre-Tournament Hotel Bliss
The spear thrust straight for my shoulder in an instant. Just as we'd agreed beforehand, there was no mana wrapped around it. A worthless attack not even worth dodging. I kicked off instead, charging right at him, and I could feel his panic loud and clear—what the fuck kind of guy does that?
But it didn't last. His spear tip, thrust out in retaliation, grazed my shoulder anyway.
Kaang!
"Kuh!"
His grunt echoed in my ears as the spear bounced back hard from the impact on my shoulder. Whatever. I kept my cool and pressed the attack. Even if it didn't hurt, you gotta return the favor, right?
I let my body twist with the flow of force entering through that single point on my shoulder. Hit spot: right shoulder. My upper body naturally turned, and my left hand shot out, slamming into his solar plexus.
Kwaaang!
No mana manifestation or aura allowed in this simple spar, so unlike usual, I went with a fist to maximize impact.
"Grk!"
That should've been plenty to make a meaningful point in our little bout. Pushing further would just turn it into a pointless ego clash. I straightened up as he slid back.
"Good work, Instructor."
"Hoo... Good work, Cadet Kang San."
Park Jongcheol caught his breath and shook his head.
"Your growth rate is insane. Iron Man, right? Your defense is nuts. Even without mana, shrugging off an A-rank hunter's strike without a scratch?"
The exchange looked even on paper, but anyone watching from the start would bet on me. Just look at the instructor coughing and hacking.
I gave a wry smile at his words, and he chuckled too.
"Guess this is what they call a generational shift... Bittersweet."
"Didn't the senior instructors go through the same thing?"
"Kekeke. True. Now I get why that old guy had that look back then."
He finally looked relieved. But Park Jongcheol was still an A-rank hunter. Without mana, I had the edge, but if he went all out with his abilities and aura? Who knows.
Even so, I'd mentally simulated a fight with him.
I might stand a chance...
Plugging in his movements, I nodded to myself. Combat technique-wise, the wuxia world was leagues ahead. Physical prowess came from the real world. Free travel between worlds would make me perfect eventually.
"Hoo... Anyway, you've gotten ridiculously strong. Championship's in the bag at this rate."
"Gotta be, for the national team. Heh."
"Damn right."
His eyes sharpened instantly.
"Representing Korea means zero room for error."
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, consider your tournament prep done. The gate subjugations? Park Jisu's got that covered."
The Grand Prix's real draw was the tournament anyway. Gate clears were just side entertainment. Nothing beats a 1v1 grudge match for drama over a mob slaughter.
"Yes. Thanks for your hard work."
"Yeah. Focus on conditioning till next week. I'll handle your attendance."
"Got it!"
He patted my shoulder approvingly and left the training hall.
"Heh. Time to party hard for a week."
As a national team pick, attendance was covered. Perfect excuse to hole up with Park Jisu till the tournament. Her event overlapped, but no heavy prep needed.
Worst case, snag some elixirs from the Demonic Cult and feed 'em to her.
I nodded, hit the cleaning bot button, and headed out.
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"...Go easy and manage your condition."
Park Jongcheol smacked his lips with a pissed-off look.
"Yes, sir."
"..."
I answered casually while he turned away pretending not to care, but her red earlobe poking from her short bob hair gave her away.
Click.
The door shut, leaving us alone in the hotel room. Park Jisu finally let out a big sigh, no need to hold back.
"Fucking hell... Who the fuck is he to butt in?"
"Your instructor, bitch."
Can't blame a guy doing his job. Park Jongcheol's warning was spot on. We were in a luxury hotel smack in a floating sea city in the Pacific—early arrival for tournament conditioning.
Our scandal was public knowledge after Park Jisu's coming out. Her siblings' cheer texts said it all.
'At least use condoms'—my in-laws take after their big sis, cheeky bitches.
Condoms against a man's dominance? Bullshit. Watching cum overflow from a wrecked pussy? Pure bliss. Idiots.
"You really don't need training?"
"Argh, seriously? Train now and turn A-rank? Ugh..."
"Fuck. Worry about me and I bitch anyway..."
Pouting, she started unpacking aggressively. I snuck behind for a back hug; she flinched but her power was baby stuff compared to a 1st Awakener's. That sneaky smile said she loved it.
So damn easy.
Whew... Without me, she'd be screwed.
In the sweet vibe, my hands naturally slid toward her small tits.
"H-ha, don't..."
"What?"
My hand was already under her top, kneading away. Her stiff nipple poked through the soft sports bra, teasing my fingers.
"My wife's turned on? What's this?"
"Hng..."
No answer, just a pleased moan from the hard nipple feel. Could dive into round two right now, but tonight I wanted something sweeter. We'd barely dated proper since the auction—time for some loving.
She wasn't an NPC. One-of-a-kind soul. Treat treasure like treasure.
"Shower?"
"Mmm... Yeah."
Regret in her eyes as my hands left, but she sighed and started stripping. Uniform top and skirt dropped. Cadet sports bra—pricey brand, expecting our life together. Cute logo set made me grin.
"Cute. Where'd you get it?"
"M-my little sis ordered it... For the tournament..."
Blushing and squirming at the direct praise. Sis deserved a raise when we got back.
Sharp little sis-in-law.
I nodded warmly; she grinned then flinched, unhooking bra and panties.
Hotel sex had toughened her up to nudity. Her bold personality helped. She subtly showed off—perky nipples on modest tits, bald tight pussy. My pants tightened instinctively.
I just stared, dick hard. She beamed, satisfied.
"Hehe. I'll shower quick—wait?"
Copying some slutty pose from who-knows-where. Laughable fail, but no point ruining her good mood.
I smirked, smacked her ass firmly, and turned.
"Hurry up, bitch. You'll catch a cold."
"Okay!"
She nodded and trotted to the bathroom. International tourney hotel—huge, luxurious. Bathroom had to be massive.
Ong hot spring tub?
I stripped too. Ripped muscles, monstrous raging cock. Her reaction would be gold.
Blame power-up from dragon bone absorption—overwhelming mana conductivity to distract.
Drk!
"Honey!"
"Kyaa!"
Bursted in unannounced; she yelped cutely, off guard.
Kyaa? Adorable.
"Wh-what! Get out!"
"What? Couples shower together. Scrub my back, bitch."
I strode in ignoring her freakout. She recovered, glaring pouty.
"You planned this."
"That obvious?"
"Fuck..."
Guessed from my sudden calm outside. She sighed, but I hugged her tight—blissful surrender.
"Fine... Do your worst, perv. Ugh..."
Acting chill while loving it most—infuriatingly cute.