The Time for Power Leveling
The time for power leveling sweeps over every corner of my body.
The most important part, naturally, is my dick. No way could she skip that.
Ryu Ga-eul used her hands and tongue to indulge in her beloved disciple.
She just touched and fondled. It might not even seem sexual at all.
"Master, it's already 3 a.m. Let's stop and sleep..."
"No."
Just until noon, they'd been tangled up in a messy fuckfest. Yet even as dawn approached, Ryu Ga-eul couldn't hold back her lust, mounting her disciple again and again, grinding away relentlessly.
"Is it really okay for us to keep doing this? Haah... seriously. The school uniform I went to such lengths to get is all ruined now."
"I've got like thirty of those."
She'd ordered them in bulk from a uniform supplier, not wanting to seem like some weirdo by buying just one.
"You really love these uniforms, don't you, Master?"
"If we're being precise, shorts suit our Hyunwoo best—not the uniform."
Hyunwoo's skin crawled at those words.
"You're a hopeless pervert."
The master fiddled with her disciple's face to shut down any more cheeky remarks.
"At this point, don't you have to admit it? I'm the only woman who suits you."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Still not submitting? Ryu Ga-eul's eyes narrowed.
"No, normally you'd admit it by now."
"You've watched way too much porn, Master. That kind of thing never happens unless you're using some hypnosis app."
Fucking a lot doesn't mean you'll truly submit to the other person. Hyunwoo looked at Ryu Ga-eul with pity.
A face like she was staring at a hopeless idiot... The Sword Saint nearly lunged at her disciple in a surge of anger.
"...Anyway, your contract says you're marrying me."
"Can you take my heart too?"
"Body submits, but heart doesn't? What a clichéd line."
"Where'd you even see that?"
Seeing herself as some vulgar woman, Ryu Ga-eul decided to lean into it even more.
"In that Japanese hentai about an orc warrior woman taming an elf..."
"Ugh."
"Why do you keep sighing?!"
"Because you're pathetic, Master."
Does she say this shit to everyone? Hyunwoo suddenly dreaded his master's loose lips...
"By the way, you know your work phone's been ringing for the last ten minutes?"
"You're changing the sub—"
"It's your work phone."
"What? Why didn't you say so?!"
Well, he was pinned under her mating press. With her kissing him while slamming her hips down thud thud, talking was impossible.
"Shouldn't you be checking it, Master? If you have any conscience?"
"Ahem. Hello?"
Caught at a disadvantage, the Sword Saint opted to dodge. Her disciple's nagging was too much to bear.
[Ah, finally!]
"Who is this? You know it's the middle of the night?"
[I'm Kim Hae-yeon from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.]
The only reason someone from the Republic of Korea's Ministry of Foreign Affairs would call directly was the Chinese player issue.
[It's about the Chinese Embassy—they want to meet right now...]
"Can't it wait until tomorrow? It's 3 a.m. Do Chinese people not sleep?"
[W-well, there's an important figure at the embassy right now. A player from the Chinese side.]
"Haa."
The Sword Saint squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one Chinese player worth dragging into this.
"Just tell them Lin Xueying's here."
[You know her?]
"Yeah, I do. We fought once before."
Of all people, it had to be her—a pain-in-the-ass rival. China's strongest player and a total loose cannon.
4 a.m., still dark before dawn. But the Chinese Embassy was lit up bright.
Are they pulling an all-nighter because of me? Not that I felt sorry for them. They must get overtime pay or something.
Anyway, Master and I headed to the embassy. Not because we were VIPs or anything. Strictly speaking, we were like heads of state for a nation.
"Ms. Ryu Ga-eul... Nice to meet you. I'm Foreign Minister Shin Hae-yoon."
"Oh, nice to meet you, Minister."
"Yes... I'd love to grab a coffee, but given the situation..."
For someone this high up to come personally, shit must have really hit the fan.
"Sword Saint, please, with that person... don't—"
"Start any friction? I'm not some thug. I have no intention of bickering with her."
"Thank you. Whew..."
On the way here, Master had filled me in. The person we were meeting was China's highest-level player.
Someone like that entering Korea would normally cause a huge uproar, but thankfully, she'd slipped in quietly.
Half anxious, half nervous, I cautiously opened the door.
"Ah! There you are, Ga-eul."
"Lin Xueying."
"Nice to see you. Is that your disciple next to you? He's cute."
Lin Xueying wore traditional Chinese makeup. Her heavy mascara was striking.
Three whole levels above Master. Was that why the attitude had shifted?
Just three levels might not sound like much, but at the top end, one trait difference is like heaven and earth.
"Didn't expect you'd come to Korea. You've even gained a level since last time?"
"China's been total chaos lately. You know PVP EXP is the same no matter the level gap?"
Babel monsters stop giving EXP or items after a 5-level difference. Players don't have that restriction.
"So Chinese players are in a full-on civil war, killing each other. I snagged a few and leveled up."
"Talk about variety. Weren't there like 100 million Chinese players? Probably down to 50 million now."
Not something to laugh off. Higher levels naturally give more EXP, so top players don't want more threats popping up.
Expect even more ladder-kicking than before.
"Anyway! Down to business. So, Ga-eul, let's negotiate. Hand over that little guy next to you."
"Fuck off."
"Why? Got a crush or something? Don't worry—if you hand him over, I'll send you all the pretty boys you want..."
BOOM—! The table splintered into pieces. A single punch had shattered what was surely marble.
"Guess 'fuck off' doesn't exist in Chinese."
"Oh ho. You dare?"
"Being LV.93 doesn't make your neck immune to a blade."
"Hmm~ Koreans really are hot-tempered, huh."
The tension was thick enough to explode any second. If they fought, would Master hold her own? I'd help, of course, but I wouldn't be much use.
Tense as hell, I rested my hand on my item. If shit hit the fan, I'd summon a valkyrie and charge in.
After that, Master would handle the rest... Her judgment was better than mine anyway.
"Fine! Whatever... I get it. I get it."
"Hm?"
Eh?
The mood deflated in an instant.
"What, are you two actually dating? I thought it was just master-disciple."
"Love doesn't care about master or disciple."
"Looks more like you fucked him and made him your slave."
Spot on. But Master clearly saw it differently.
"We're a couple who love each other. Why do you keep twisting my words?"
"The Ryu Ga-eul I know wouldn't settle for a tame guy."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
Lin Xueying shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Truth is, I didn't come here to deal with that little guy. I came to warn you—and offer cooperation."
"Warn me?"
"Your disciple fucked with China's Golden Guild."
What the—?
"Back in the day, there were these Chinese gangsters called the Triads. They founded it. They operate in the shadows. The communists tried wiping them out, right?"
"Governments try to stamp stuff out, it just goes deeper underground. Anyway, those guys will come for you."
No wonder it was such an aggressive hit—grenades in broad daylight.
"One of them was the boss's daughter."
"That's serious."
"Took long enough to get here. What I want to say is: I'll help you."
A top-level player personally offering to carry me?
No reason to refuse.
Plus, I got some prime info.
Catching players gives massive EXP.
"I'll catch up to you in no time, Master."
A chance to legally massacre players had just dropped in my lap.