Baek Jaesung 1: Back to Reality
I'd returned to reality. As expected, even the air felt different. The air in the Geukgeomcheonsun world was far better. Reality's murky haze filled my lungs.
Now that I'm back, I'm craving a jelly donut. But I've got a ton of shit to handle first.
There were a few things I needed to take care of upon my return. Top priority was editing the wuxia-style AV I'd shot in the Geukgeomcheonsun world and uploading it to Credit.com. There was a shitload of footage from surveillance angles, so editing it was a chore in itself. I transferred it all to my computer and got to work. It took three straight days. The final product was satisfying as hell. No porn site had anything this immersive in the wuxia genre. Hopefully, I'd rake in a ton of credits from this.
I didn't forget to use the random item coupons I'd earned as quest clear rewards. They were only E-grade, but hey, ten of them for free? How could I not be thrilled? Of course, I wasn't expecting much since they were just E-grade. I had a decent stockpile of credits, but I never blew them recklessly. It wasn't because I was some cheap bastard. It was the weight those credits carried. This resource could bolster my power, and squandering it felt like a waste. Every single point could become a trump card to save my ass in a crisis. Jokers were best saved for the endgame. At least, that's how I saw it.
"Hope I get some good shit."
I activated the random item coupons. Wishing for top-tier loot from E-grade was straight-up bandit mentality.
←ITEM→
●Red Potion (E-grade)
↳A potion that restores consumed stamina.
●Blue Potion (E-grade)
↳A potion that restores consumed mana.
●Green Potion (E-grade)
↳A potion that restores consumed mental strength.
●Nice Lotion (D-grade)
↳A lotion that moisturizes the skin. Use it for over a week to eliminate blemishes. Over a month, and your skin becomes baby-soft. Over a year, and it slows skin aging.
※The easiest way to turn back time.
●For Aphrodite (D-grade)
↳White powder in a beautiful bottle. Apply to the body after showering. The more you use it, the more it enhances the user's appearance. Once it hits the enhancement limit, it maintains your looks.
※Some users hit their limit and despair.
←ITEM→
From the E-grade pulls: three red potions, three blue potions, two green potions. Then D-grade: one Nice Lotion and one For Aphrodite. The top three were practical recovery items, while the bottom two were beauty products. Naturally, I preferred the latter. I already had instant stamina and mana recovery fruits from the Solary World—date palm fruits—so potions were kinda useless to me. These beauty items would make great gifts for my girls. Their looks were already SSS-grade, but who knew? Maybe they could level up even further. Just thinking about it made my dick twitch. Beauty was always better in abundance.
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While handling real-world business, I went all out fucking my girls. It had been ages since I'd had genuine, no-holds-barred sex. After three hours of an all-out orgy, all five of them were wiped out.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Their bodies were slathered in thick cum as they passed out, moaning in their sleep. It had been too long since a proper six-way orgy. Even for a stud like me, sage mode hit hard after something like that.
Suddenly, I pondered my life's goal. Lately, my sense of purpose had gotten fuzzy. What the hell was I living for?
"Hmm. To get stronger? To live easy?"
Neither really clicked. Sure, power was nice. But I didn't want to sacrifice everything else for it. If I had to pay more than what I gained, it felt ass-backwards. Put simply, force was a means to an end, not the end itself. At least for me.
Of course, growth feels great. Breaking limits is an indescribable rush. But if I had to ditch my girls for power... I'd die before choosing that.
Living easy? I was set for that already. With smart use of the Unix Cube's items, I could coast without the grind of hunter work. But somehow, that sounded boring. Truth was, I was the type who lived by his dick. No consistency in my decisions. When I wanted pussy, I fucked. When I felt like powering up, I trained. When I was beat, I chilled. I'd repeat that shit till I dropped dead.
Fuck. Speaking of which, I'll die someday? Hate that... But with the Unix Cube's power, maybe I can cheat it?
As those thoughts swirled, my libido started stirring. Sage mode fading. My stamina was on another level. Even after unloading that much, I was ready for more. But waking my exhausted girls felt wrong. I settled for jerking off instead.
I fired up some porn on the TV's wide screen. Flipping it on brought up the news.
-Five Korean merchant ships sank due to a maritime dungeon breakout in the Panama Canal. The Korean Hunter Association dispatched multiple personnel, including 1-rank dungeon hunters. We now go live to reporter Lee Seulgi on the scene.
Some big shit was going down. Nothing to do with me, though. I hooked my smartphone to the TV. Time for Asuka Minami's debut flick to unwind.
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With the training hall finished in the party house basement, life got way more convenient. No need to head out to external gyms for stamina work. Renting those cost money, and the travel wasted time. The new facility was sturdier than expected and perfect. Great for physical training and even basic ability techniques.
We dove into training there.
"Begin!"
Jisu slashed her raised hand down like a referee. At the signal, Yeonji—standing opposite me—sprang into motion. She closed in with beast-like agility, not in a straight line but weaving through my blind spots. My reaction lagged by a beat.
Holy Gauntlet.
Holy light enveloped my fists. I raised my guard, elbows tight to shield my face, shoulders hunched, knees bent to lower my center of gravity. I braced against Yeonji's incoming strike.
"Iron Fist!"
Yeonji's ability was Material Conversion. She could freely alter her body's properties—rubber one moment, rock the next. Right now, she'd gone with dense steel.
Thud!
The massive impact rippled through the Holy Gauntlet into my arms. My planted back foot skidded a bit. My soles stung. Yeonji's strength was over 200. Her steel-hard punches evoked a charging wild boar—brutal, better dodged than blocked. My base strength was mid-300s, but the Dasin debuff (multiple bodies active) had me at 70% capacity. Defending with reduced stats made her blows feel heavier. Even at full power, her reckless assault would've pushed me back. Yeonji was our party's top close-quarters fighter. With her pro martial arts training, her punches had an edge mine lacked.
Yet her form stayed flawless after that barrage.
"Haat!"
She retreated a step, then charged again with a kiai. If the first rush was a boar, this was a sleek cat. Her body wasn't just power—it was rubbery flexibility. Unlike the straight-line opener, a flurry of flashy punches rained down. I tracked her fists with my eyes. Right hook incoming. Instead of blocking, I stepped back. But she pursued seamlessly. Left hook now. No dodging this. Block it is.
"Kuh!"
I threw up my fist to parry. Even through the Holy Gauntlet, the shock was dizzying—like getting my pinky smashed with a sledgehammer after a cheap trick. I gritted my teeth and retreated another step. She matched it exactly. No distance gained. This range let her pummel me freely. Sure, I could hit back too, but breaking her rhythm for a counter was a pipe dream. To gain an edge, I needed space.
Cornered!
Shit, I'd been backed against the wall—her plan all along. Now a kick targeted my chest, carrying way more weight than her punches. Her toes honed in sharply. I twisted left to barely evade, then unleashed light.
Light Control!
Not just any light—a flashbang burst. Yeonji and the watching girls all squinted and turned away. A split-second opening, but priceless to me. I sidestepped to create space. Or tried to.
Thwack!
Agonizing pain exploded in my right shoulder. I crumpled to the floor. She'd landed it blind—pure beast instinct. Before I could even cry out, a chest strike hammered me. Lungs deflating in agony. My body flew. I barely rolled into a proper landing.
She's coming again!
Not done yet. Yeonji ghosted after me in my flight path. Even flashbanged, she dominated with her other four senses. A true close-combat genius.
Her style was KHC—Korean Hunter Combat. Association-certified close-quarters art, analyzed from countless body-technique dungeon hunters. Optimized for monsters over humans, but deadly against people too. Plenty of humanoid monsters out there.
"Hoo...!"
I sucked in a deep breath. No formal training like Yeonji, but I'd seen plenty. In Solary World and Geukgeomcheonsun, I'd studied body masters, simulating fights in my head for practice. Eyes recovered, she launched a kick. Big motion, easy to counter—but hers was punch-quick. I blocked with my left, Holy Gauntlet-clad.
Crack!
The gauntlet shattered into light shards that dissolved in the air. My left arm went numb. Fractured at least. But I pressed on, closing distance. Giving a close-combat prodigy space was suicide. I was committing it right now.
"Oppa stuck to Unnie Yeonji!"
"Mmm... not the best choice."
The onlookers chimed in. Ignoring them, I closed till our chests touched.
Light Cure.
Healing skill mended my wrecked arm. Yeonji crouched to grapple my thigh. I matched her level, grabbing hers. But takedown wasn't my goal.
"Pussy Poke!"
I shoved my hand under her skin-tight dolphin pants. Hidden or not, finding her labia was child's play. Middle finger straight into her slit.
"Haaah~♥ Cheating!"
Her body slackened. Pussy poked, pussy juice flowed on reflex. Yeonji was Pavlov's dog—programmed to drip when I fingered her.
"Serious Vibe!"
I amped my arm's frequency to vibrator levels. She collapsed on the training floor. The rock-carved Buddha of rigidity crumbled to pussy attacks. Especially mine. I stripped her pants and claimed victory.
"Haaang~♥"
Yeonji's face didn't scream defeat.