Disciple: Baek Jaesung 12
Reina Everett had dreamed of studying in Korea ever since she was a kid. She never doubted for a second that she'd become a Dungeon Hunter. None of her friends thought otherwise. Until reality hit them, everyone imagines themselves as the protagonist. Out of all her friends, only two actually became protagonists: her and Murray.
The two of them awakened in their senior year of high school. Everett and Murray passed the Dungeon Hunter exam at the United States Hunter Association. It was the peak of their lives. Murray formed a party and recruited Everett first. He chose her as his inaugural partner. To Murray, Everett was more than just a colleague. They built a five-man party and tackled dungeons together for four years.
When the Hunter Association announced study abroad opportunities in Korea, the two of them knew they couldn't pass it up. They'd been diligently studying Korean even before that. Everett had even started learning it as a child. In the end, they were selected for the elite student group among knight-level Dungeon Hunters and came to Korea.
Korea turned out to be more peaceful than they'd expected. They'd worried after seeing news and magazines depict it as some kind of hellscape unfit for human habitation, but the calm, almost fairy-tale boredom of the place caught them off guard. That was just the surface, though. Dig a little deeper, and you saw Korea for what it really was: a hunter's paradise and hell all in one.
Everett and Murray learned a ton. For the first month after arriving, they trained at the Korean Hunter Association alongside exchange students from around the world, including the US. She was a four-year veteran Dungeon Hunter, but the Korean hunters training with the group were fresh 9 Ranks. Embarrassingly, those Koreans seemed more seasoned. The experience gap was obvious.
Korea was a place where you could raid dungeons like grabbing instant food from a street vendor. The hunters here were monsters who spent eight months or more out of the year inside dungeons. Different growth environments meant inevitable skill gaps. She'd only cleared three dungeons in four years back home, but she'd already knocked out two in her first month in Korea.
Korean dungeon raids were a whole different beast from America's. In the US, raids were planned in month-long units. You'd set up a base camp at the entrance and push for a minimum of one month, up to three or four. American dungeon raids were like deep-sea fishing expeditions. With dungeons scattered across the vast US, each one cost a fortune to tackle, and hauling byproducts was a nightmare. So the model became massive prep, long hauls, and plenty of downtime.
The downside? Dungeon Hunters didn't grow much. You'd hunt in zones matching your party's level for months on end. Even once you mastered an area, pushing deeper was rare—the opportunity cost of failure was insane. That's why the US harvested the most monster byproducts worldwide, but their quality lagged behind Korea's. If American Dungeon Hunters wanted to level up, Korea was the go-to. It was common for hunters everywhere, really.
Korea had insane dungeon density and high-level ones to boot. It was optimized for cramming experience into short bursts. After the month of training wrapped, she got invited to a workshop. She joined to unwind her weary body and mind. The workshop was a hit. Everett reveled in all the free luxuries.
Murray seemed to love the trip too. The classes were top-notch. (The air's so fresh.)
Before bed, Everett took a stroll in the training center's front garden. The skilled gardeners had it lit up with LED lights even at night—must've cost a fortune. She wandered the stone-paved path, admiring the landscaping trees and flowers. Off to one side sat a cute outdoor tea table, with a dainty swing next to it. Snapping a pic on that swing would turn out great.
“Hng…! Hnngh…! Hnngh…!”
A small moan drifted over. Everett froze, holding her breath. It came from the wooded, flower-choked spot opposite the tea table. Without thinking, she crouched low.
“If you don't quiet down, someone might hear.”
“D-don't stooop…!”
“Huh? Talking like a person again? Forgot what you are right now?”
Two voices—male and female. Everett pressed against a nearby tree. Peering through the shrubs and flowers, she spotted a couple. But something was off about them.
Oh my God! The woman's buck naked!?
The woman wasn't wearing a stitch. Even with the darkness settling in and them tucked behind a dimly lit tree, this was reckless. And from Everett's spot, they were crystal clear. The man held a leash connected to a collar around the woman's neck.
“You're a bitch in heat. No talking like a human.”
“Kkiing…!”
The woman's ass even had a tail plugged in. Everett had seen plenty of that in porn—definitely an anal tail plug. On closer look, she was sporting dog ears too. Full-on bitch mode. The woman wagged her hips at the man. His cock dangled in front of her ass, massive enough to rival any porn star.
Shit! An East Asian guy that hung!?
Everett was shocked again. She knew porn sizes were bullshit—real dicks were way smaller. But this guy obliterated her assumptions.
“Putting it in.”
He announced it casually and slid his cock into her pussy. Her hole swallowed that big, beautiful beast without a hitch. Everett clocked it instantly: that pussy was trained for him. No way something that huge would've gone in so smooth otherwise.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The lewd echoes spread slowly through the garden like sweet music. Everett swallowed hard. She wanted a closer look at their fuck, but from here, all she saw was his ass—rock-hard like carved stone. She gulped involuntarily. Careful not to alert them, she crept closer. Luckily, they were too lost in it to notice.
Everett shifted to a better vantage.
That guy… looks familiar? Oh! The dude from a few days ago who deep-kissed his girlfriend in a crowd!
His bold move had stuck with her, so they'd exchanged greetings. And the moaning girl? Same one from back then.
“Ahng~! Ahang~! Hang~♥”
“Your pussy's clenching harder than usual. Guess our perv Sujin prefers outdoors, huh?”
“Hiiit~! You're the one who made me this way, Jaesung…! Haaang~♥ It tingles down there so bad…♥”
“Hey now. Talking again? Spank.”
The man smacked her ass with his palm. The sharp smack rippled out seductively, like waves on a still lake. Everett swallowed again. A weird fantasy hit her: what if she were the one getting spanked…?
No!
She shook her head. She knew she was a bit of a perv, but she wasn't easy. Sure, she binged porn, but she'd never even slept with a guy. Truth was, her slutty side was a complex. It was why she was still a virgin. Once she let loose, she might never rein it back in.
Everett watched their animalistic rutting. Up close, the woman's ass was covered in filthy writing: 'No Condoms', 'Creampie Zone', 'Free Pussy', 'Buy One Get One Ass & Pussy'. Just reading it made Everett's crotch itch.
The guy came twice in her pussy and twice in her ass over thirty minutes. Insane stamina that blew past normal limits—even porn rarely showed that. As a porn fiend, Everett knew.
“Clean it up.”
“Woof!”
At his command, the woman barked happily and took his cock in her mouth. She licked it spotless, shiny with spit. Then he ordered again.
“Pee break.”
“Woof! Woof!”
She lifted one leg toward the tree like a male dog marking territory, mouth open wide. He aimed his cock at it.
No way!?
Shiiiit!
They pissed in unison. His stream filled her mouth; hers soaked the tree. She gulped her partner's urine while unleashing her own like a beast. Everett came on the spot—no touching required, a first in her life.
If that were me… the bitch drinking his piss while peeing…?
It was twisted, but she craved it. Her pervy nature stirred to life.