Apprentice Baek Jaesung 3
A few foreign men and women were passing through the revolving door. Leading them was what looked like a Hunter Association staffer heading our way as their guide.
"Exchange students?"
I asked Hwang Cheolmin casually, curiosity piqued, and he replied as if he'd rehearsed it.
"Hunters from abroad. They're here for training at the Korean Hunter Association. Sure, plenty of foreign dungeon hunters come to learn from us, but coming through official channels like this means they're recognized talents back home."
Korea was a hunter superpower. We ranked second in the unofficial Hunter Association standings, and nearly half of the world's ten 1 Rank hunters—apex predators all—were Korean. It wasn't just about having strong hunters on the roster; most of the systematic hunter academia and training methods originated here. And that was all thanks to the sheer number of dungeons crawling around. Setting aside North Korea, that Antarctic-level hellscape, even South Korea had an absurdly high dungeon density compared to anywhere else. Plus, the difficulty level was brutal, so Korean dungeon hunters racked up way more combat experience than their foreign counterparts. The massive data trove built from countless dungeon hunter sacrifices drew students from around the globe. That's why Korean held international language status on par with English in the hunter world. Apparently, it made plenty of foreign hunters shit bricks. Not that Korean was an easy language to pick up.
The exchange group approached us. According to Hwang Cheolmin, they'd be joining the same workshop.
I scanned them with a hawk's eye.
"Whoa, that girl's gorgeous," Sujin said, pointing to a woman in the middle of the foreigners.
I nodded. The woman Sujin indicated had striking golden blonde hair like melted gold, a tight suit hugging her body. Her skirt clung high on her thighs, and a white ribbon adorned her neck. Her most vicious feature? Those breasts—slightly smaller than Sera's, but considering Sera easily topped an E-cup mid-tier monster, this girl's bust had to be at least a D.
Her entrance drew every eye in the lobby, mine included. Man or woman, no one could look away. Humans instinctively chase beauty.
The foreigners, sensing the stares, closed ranks around her like guardians, blocking the view. What a dick move.
Tension crackled between the Koreans and the exchange students.
That's when a man entered through the building entrance. Instinct told me this was the Han Seungjin that Sujin and Hwang Cheolmin had mentioned. His unkempt mop of hair did nothing to hide his handsome face. A feral aura radiated from his sharp eyes. Thick brows, clear gaze, high nose—perfectly proportioned like a ruler had measured them. Height around 188 cm? Small face, long legs—he'd crush it as a model.
Fuck. Peak Asian output right there.
A handsome guy oozing raw wildness over delicacy. It suited the dungeon hunter life perfectly.
Every gaze that had been on the foreigners snapped to him. No distinction between men or women. Even the exchange students fixated on the new star.
The guy himself seemed awkward under the attention, scratching the back of his head and looking away.
"Kyaa! Total my type! He really showed! It's Han Seungjin!"
"Should I say hi?"
"Think he'd even reply?"
Plain-looking girls chattered excitedly among themselves.
Then a Hunter Association staffer appeared from the opposite side.
"Alright, roll call. Raise your hand when called."
We went through headcount. No one missing.
When Han Seungjin's name was called, all eyes swung back to him. But mine stayed on the blonde exchange student.
Sensing my gaze, she turned to me. Our eyes met briefly.
She flashed a smile—not innocent, but something sticky, almost lewd.
Then she looked away.
The staff confirmed numbers, and we headed to the bus together.
The Hunter Association was the richest outfit in Korea. We boarded a ultra-luxury passenger bus to our destination. Might sound crazy for a bus, but each seat had its own mini-fridge, massage functions, and a widescreen for movies. First-class flight vibes, no cap. Not that I'd ever flown first class.
Our destination: the Hunter Training Institute in Busan.
I cracked open some ice cream and slipped my hand into Sujin's pussy as she sat beside me. The bus was great overall, but the seats were spaced out enough to make fingering tricky. On the flip side, it was hard for others to see, so bold moves had low risk of getting caught. I liked that.
"Jaesung... isn't this kinda risky?"
Sujin fretted about the tight bus quarters.
But I used Surveillance Eye to check front and back. No need to tell her; I just kept fingering.
"When else you gonna get this kinda thrill?"
"W-well, true..."
Sujin rubbed her crotch harder against my hand. Her pussy sucked my fingers in like a vacuum. Nice grip.
I alternated hands, thrusting into her. Wanted to slam my dick in, but too risky. Self-control for now.
Everyone else was zoned into movies with headphones on.
I shifted Surveillance Eye slightly to peep around while tormenting Sujin. Target: the blonde foreigner, naturally.
Buses ran in 20-person batches, so odds of her being on ours were slim—but miracle of miracles, she was.
She took the back row. Surveillance Eye caught her with earphones in, staring at her smartphone.
Online lecture? I zoomed in.
What the—?
She was watching porn. Hardcore gangbang: long-haired blonde taking five black guys raw. Peak Western filth, merciless monkey sex.
She rubbed her thighs with her left hand while watching.
Whoa. Someone even bolder than me.
Travel really broadens horizons. I tormented Sujin's pussy while stealing glances at the blonde.
Suddenly hit me: the porn girl resembled her. Not identical, but similar vibe. Maybe she was projecting herself into it while masturbating.
One hell of a slut. Impressive.
Fun girl. Felt like I'd found a shiny new toy. Mood lifted.
"Nngh...! Jaesung, too rough."
Sujin whispered low. Got carried away focusing on the blonde; overdid the power.
I dialed it back, fingering her pussy at a steady pace while plotting how to fuck the blonde. Might be easier than I thought.
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We arrived at the Hunter Association's Busan Training Institute. First glance, I thought it was a hotel. Inside, actual check-in like one.
Hwang Cheolmin said it doubled as a hotel sometimes—for association folks and dungeon hunters only, not the public.
Bittersweet knowing my hard-earned Busan loot cash funded this. Fuckin' Hunter Association.
Rooms were single-occupancy, men on floors 19-20, women on 21. Whole three floors booked for the workshop.
Nice digs despite solo rooms: luxury soaps, perfumes. Fridge stocked with snacks—eat freely.
I plopped on the bed, spooning tiramisu.
After unpacking and an hour's rest, we gathered in the front courtyard. Small outdoor stage there.
Hunter Association staff briefed the workshop schedule.
"Jaesung, look. That woman among the staff—isn't she the one Yeonji and Rina mentioned?"
I glanced where Sujin pointed. Blue-haired shag cut, skin-tight dobok with a short jacket down to her waist. But the standout? Eyepatch over her left eye. Chuunibyou? Or eye condition?
"Who?"
"3 Rank Dungeon Hunter Kim Minyoung, the dojo master. She's direct lineage of the famous KHC founding family."
Ringed a bell. KHC was the martial art Yeonji used—Korean Hunter Combat.
Originally from some hunter family, refined by the association into its current form. So she was a descendant of the creator? Outfit screamed fighter.
She just scanned the crowd silently. Her ID badge marked her as high-up association staff.
Makes sense. A 3 Rank was light-years beyond my current level—transcendent genius territory. Average hunters max out at 6 Rank with blood, sweat, and tears.
Intrigued. Unique look, and a solid beauty, if not quite Sujin-tier. Face suggested mid-to-late 20s, but top hunters don't age like normals.
I added Kim Minyoung to my collection list. Fucking her now? Tough. But someday...
This workshop's already paying dividends. Heh heh.
Schedule briefing wrapped; we headed to the restaurant. Luxe buffet awaited.
Sujin and I chatted intimately over food.