Gearing Up for the Shadow Labyrinth
Having confirmed the individual power boosts from the Maintenance (5) gear, Han Yeoul shifted focus over the next few days. Instead of solo runs in 7th-grade dungeons, he gathered everyone for team coordination drills at the training hall, honing their synergy. Back home, he filled his onaholes to their limits with semen.
At stage 4 growth, they could absorb about 2.5L without overeating, so he kept them topped off between 2 and 2.5L, converting the excess into semen potions for emergencies. Handing them out, Han Yeoul warned, "Don't sneak any extras—only use when necessary. Got it? Especially you, Slami."
"Hiiing~ Lame Master. Why just me? Lame~ Idiot~ Premie~"
Jeanne chimed in like a mentor scolding her. "That's what you get for your usual antics, Slami."
"Don't wanna hear that from a semen potion thief, you lame thief onahole~"
"Eut?! ...You knew?"
"You thought we'd miss it? Puhuhu~ Hilarious~"
"We were just playing along with Master's plan. We all knew from the start."
Jeanne flushed crimson to her ears under their knowing stares, mortified. "Th-that...?! "
"Ah, vanilla scent. Getting turned on by shame too? Hopeless maso onahole~"
"Huuut...?! "
"Enough teasing, Slami." As the vanilla aroma thickened with Slami's prodding, Han Yeoul intervened, and Slami pouted reluctantly, backing off.
Brina piped up casually, as if it just occurred to her. "But isn't premature a good thing, Slami? Means more semen sooner."
"Oh, right? Premie canceled then~ Kyahaha~"
"What the...?"
These days, Slami had a taste for teasing everyone but Brina—it was practically her vibe now. Han Yeoul let it slide; he felt guilty for not gearing her up yet, and it was harmless mischief anyway.
"Hmm. Potions distributed, rations packed. All set?" Han Yeoul stuffed his inventory with emergency rations and water, then called An Jeong-hwa. Their target, the 6th-grade Shadow Labyrinth, was a maze-type dungeon true to its name. From 6th-grade on, no mid-run retreats—trapped until the boss fell. Mazes meant potential long hauls, so he warned her in case they overran the weekend; no need for her worry. Party courtesy too.
"What's up this weekend, Oppa?"
Han Yeoul explained. Hearing 6th-grade, she sighed wistfully. "I'd love to join, but no dice, right?"
"Two ranks gap is too risky. First 6th-grade for me too—no guarantees. Hit 7th, and we'll raid together."
"Guess I gotta grind harder then."
Once she hit 7th, they'd include her for 6th-grades. One more rank, and she'd be real firepower—right on target, she took it well, even cheering him on. "Summoned help or not, you're solo—stay safe. No injuries."
"Got it. See ya."
Call ended, Han Yeoul led his onaholes to the dungeon. Taxi to the edge, then walk—restricted zone. Their odd group drew stares naturally. Frequent dungeon sightings with Brina and Slami meant no monster panic.
"I feel the eyes," Brina murmured, sensitive to presences, sticking closer to Han Yeoul.
Jeanne scoffed at her. "Who cares about gawkers? Ignore them."
Her full plate armor and helm mimicked a standard tank, drawing less notice.
"Doesn't bother me much. But sexual stares from anyone but Master? Disgusting."
Unlike city runs in robes, dungeon gear exposed them—monster enthusiasts ogled Brina and Slami occasionally. Han Yeoul got it, annoyed as he was. Breasts bigger than her head bouncing? Eyes magnetized.
Jeanne gaped, horrified. "Besides this pervert Master, other humans lust after you?"
"Hey, why drag me into it?"
Grumbling at the sudden jab, he draped his coat over Brina. "Master?"
"Can't block all stares—tough it till the entrance."
"......Yes."
Brina clutched it tight, nuzzling. "Master's scent... Hehe."
"Unbelievable."
Jeanne shook her head at them.
"Want one too?"
"Shut up and register."
At the management office, they entered the quiet lounge. Sparse hunters killing time on phones or gear checks—unlike crowded low-grades. 6th-grade demanded life-or-death commitment; real hunters only. 9th was rookie badge; 6th, veteran territory—separate "veteran" or "mid-tier" labels.
'Veterans are quirky—stay low-key.' Provoke one, hassle ensued. No odder group than his, though. Veterans glanced, dismissed non-party, ignored. They pegged his crew weird too. Quiet wait, then clearance.
"6th-grade already? Solo sans summons again."
His rep preceded; staff pried familiarly.
'So many questions? Aren't 6th+ streamlined?'
Staff smiled understandingly. "Rare solo first-timer with S-rank unique. National asset—protocols tighten. Appreciate it."
Annoying, but procedure—he answered fully. Satisfied, cleared. "Next time, ID suffices."
Relief at no repeats, he led inside.
Post-departure, staff's face glitched, revealing true form.
"Yeoul's still so naive. Answers everything. Made spying easy."
Kang Ji-yoon, his trainer and Ghost Unit vice-captain in disguise, reviewed his forms.
"6th-grade already, S-rank unique—monster taming? Thought he'd thrive solo, but now... tempting."
His power fit her org's goals perfectly. Should've dragged him to Jeon So-myeong per orders, but a month of surveillance changed that. Reporting his growth and utility, the org hid him—else gov would've nabbed via hypnosis or brainwash.
Cheonma Han Se-ah's guardianship? Blindside.
"Her as guardian unexpected, but plan launches, no time for him... Ugh, more work for me."
Variable complicated her role, not the org's scheme—hers would just amplify success rewards.
"Via New Millennium Church... Yeah, perfect."
Key project tie-in—bonus. Licking lips at his empty spot, spider eyeing prey.
"For the plan, my rise—survive and return. Right, Yeoul?"