A Royal Ass Welcome Home
A beautiful view of the Busan seafront, an elegant morning starting with a first-class hotel buffet breakfast, a woman with golden hair like melted gold and sapphire-blue eyes that captivate the soul—nice, but nothing beats home.
Sujin and I had finally returned home after two weeks away.
““““Surprise~!””””
Welcoming us home were four Special A-grade royal asses. The moment we opened the door, there they were: four gorgeous butts wiggling with anal plugs stuffed in their holes. Across the eight cheeks altogether, the words read: Safe·Return·Cele·bra·tion·!!
This was rare luxury, a lewd welcome fit for royalty. My cheeks loosened into a grin on autopilot. This is why home is the best.
The training camp in Busan was great and all, but it lacked in ass quantity. Women really are better in greater numbers.
“Welcome back!”
The butt marked Cele·bra·tion wiggled as it spoke. The green anal plug gave it away—Jisu. Though you could tell just from the shape of the ass, pussy, or asshole anyway.
Jisu was probably the one who came up with this idea. She channels her overflowing imagination into all the right places. Youthful brains are the best.
I chuckled, imagining the girls writing celebration messages on each other's asses. If they had any sense, they'd have filmed it.
“But do we have to welcome you like this?”
The ass with Re·turn spoke up in a cool voice—Rina's charm. She grumbles, but she always delivers.
“Actually, this idea was Sis Rina's...”
“Ahh! We agreed not to say that!”
Rina jumped in shock, covering Jisu's mouth. Jisu giggled mischievously, flashing a V-sign with her fingers. So damn cute—I couldn't help petting her gently.
Who knew Rina was behind this adorable event? Surprising, but it made sense. She's my woman who'll do whatever it takes. She plays it cool, but she's a total slut deep down. Not the innate kind like the others, but an acquired taste.
I headed straight to the bedroom. If this didn't get me hard, I wouldn't be a man. Time to make up for two weeks of pent-up sex. I'd need some potions tonight.
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About ten hours of fucking later, we crashed until the next day.
Sujin and I didn't share our workshop stories until we woke up. With so much to unpack, we took it slow over breakfast and coffee.
The girls accepted my new woman without batting an eye. Adding to the family was no big deal for them. No worries about my dick shrinking, either.
“As long as you have that weird ability from back then, adding more girls is fine, right?”
“Exactly! Bro! I want another front-back sandwich! Pussy and anal pounded deep... Do it again!”
“Tough right now. That girl's busy with something.”
My other self was traveling as a merchant in the Extreme Sword Heavenly Immortal World. I worried if he was okay, but he's me—no problem.
“Hey, can that ability split into more than one? Like multiples?”
Rina asked, arms crossed. I figured leveling the skill would allow branching into multiples. Not easy, but possible.
“Probably more splits down the line.”
“Whoa! So we could each have our own you!?”
At Jisu's words, my girls dove into their fantasies. Who knows if it'd go that far. Skill limits were still unknown.
“Wait. Not two, but three... no, four... Ngh! Fuck! That's the best!”
Yeonji murmured in ecstasy. Looked like an army of imaginary Baek Jaesungs was pounding her senseless. Tempting play for me too.
A woman can satisfy max five guys: one in pussy, one in ass, one in mouth, one per hand. Beyond that, casual fun maybe, but full satisfaction? Tough. Yeonji might handle two in her ass alone—her chewy elasticity outclasses any luxury onahole blessed by material engineering.
So six for her? Drool-worthy. If six Baek Jaesungs linked sensations... instant death by overdose. Fatal for sure, but damn, I wanna try.
“Alright. I'll practice maximizing that ability. Oh, right—I became Gym Master Kim Minyoung's disciple. Official one.”
Biggest news from the workshop. All eyes locked on me, especially Yeonji and Rina's intense stares.
“Gym Master Kim Minyoung!? You mean the 3-rank Dungeon Hunter?”
Rina asked skeptically.
“Yeah. Who else? No way I'd take just anyone as master.”
“That's huge! Her disciple? I heard she doesn't take any...”
Yeonji blinked. As a tank and martial artist, Kim Minyoung was her role model. The master was an exemplary fighter for all physical dungeon hunters. Me as her disciple? Shocking.
“Guess no one met her standards before. I did.”
“Amazing!”
Jisu clapped happily. Yeonji pondered, puzzled; Rina looked stunned. Felt a bit dismissed?
“But Jaesung, you're a healer. Didn't she say anything?”
“Told her. She said it doesn't matter.”
“Oh my god. She must really like you then. I've met her in person.”
Rina's revelation caught me off guard—I had no idea she knew Kim Minyoung.
Reading my face, Rina waved it off.
“She won't remember me, obviously. Didn't I tell you? My family runs a dojo.”
“Oh, yeah, vaguely.”
“Ilgwon-do Dojo. Dad's not a hunter, but he trains a lot of them. Kim Minyoung visited once by chance, and I took her disciple test.”
“Disciple test?”
“Not official, but that's what we called it. Famous in martial circles: Kim Minyoung's disciple test.”
“I've heard of it.”
Yeonji chimed in.
“To become her disciple, you pass her test—and it starts the moment she sees you.”
“From the first glance?”
“Yeah. She scrutinizes every move. One flaw, and you're out.”
I recalled meeting Master Kim Minyoung. Didn't feel scrutinized. Person-dependent? Or just rumor?
No way to know, but her picky eye was real. Still, why not Han Seungjin? Secret disciple maybe?
“I didn't make the cut. Pre-awakening anyway, so even if she liked me... Then I awakened into Material Conversion, not Reinforcement. Better for dealer than tank.”
“What'd she teach you? The legendary back chapter of KHC?”
Yeonji's eyes sparkled. KHC back chapter? Martial world had legends I didn't know.
“Mastering the back chapter of KHC passed only to direct disciples would be insane. If it exists.”
“But maybe it does? Where there's smoke...”
“90% of conspiracies are bullshit. KHC's hunter association martial art for survival—hidden back chapter? Laughable.”
“But...”
Yeonji had a romantic streak for legends. Me too. Ask Master next time?
“Do you train with her regularly?”
“Nah. Association duties keep her busy—she'll call when free. KHC's association standard, learn anywhere, so practice on my own.”
Direct from master vs. indirect? Huge difference. Yeonji and Rina eyed me enviously, knowing it.
“Seriously impressive.”
“I wanna learn from her too... Ah! What if we make her like us? With your dick...”
Yeonji schemed slyly, infected by me. I tried finding a gap during the workshop. None. Even after subjugating Dan Yuha in the novel world, Master was untouchable. Reality, after all. 3-rank hunter—mess up, disaster.
“I'd love to, but no openings.”
Not giving up. Beauties go to the patient; time's on my side. Master Kim Minyoung! I'll eat you someday!
“Makes sense. She's on another level.”
“Rina, saying that makes us sound sloppy and full of holes.”
Yeonji smiled bitterly. Could I deny it? Flashed back to first time with her—she was a true masochist pervert pre-me, hunting men to spank her mercilessly.
“Can't deny. Hooked on a dumbass like you.”
“Climbing me 'cause two weeks without dick? You're cutest when that cool face crumbles.”
“Ngh! Perverted trash.”
“Thanks. Highest praise from you.”
I beamed purely at Rina's compliment. Midway through chit-chat, Yeonji wanted a demo of Master's KHC basics. Good attitude. Suited tank Yeonji more than healer me, honestly.
We headed to our new training ground. Felt shabby next to the camp's. Damn raised standards. Sigh! Upgrade? Too pricey. Focus.
I faced Yeonji like usual spars.
“Just basics—nothing special.”
“That's what I wanna see. Check if I learned right.”
“Fair enough.”
Sujin reffed. Battle stances. I recalled Master's teachings: low center of gravity, toes ready to spring, read opponent's balance for prediction, all natural as breathing.
Things invisible before now visible.
Sujin signaled.
“Begin!”
Yeonji charged instantly. I saw her move before she did.